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The Kiss of Judas
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~Justine Dasant is a name that you'll never forget. She's sexy, feisty, and dangerous. All
of this and she's in love too. So many problems surround her life that even a psychiatrist wouldn't be able to understand
her. After she's promised herself that she would leave her detrimental past in the past, history starts to repeat itself when
her current boyfriend, Isaiah Johnson, shows interest in someone other than her. Justine makes it known that she'll stop at
nothing to get what she wants, no matter who gets hurt along the way.
Isaiah, a young, black CEO, climbed himself to a life of wealth. He's worked hard to open his
own business and just when success peaks, he's faced with some life-altering decisions. Not only does he regret meeting Justine,
but it's difficult for him to escape her real-life fatal attraction. As the story unfolds, Isaiah finds himself struggling
to defend a future of uncertainty.
In this day and age, grabbing the public's attention and keeping it is a challenge. This novel
takes on that challenge! Refusing to shy away from some of the things that occur in this world, bringing to life a story that
will touch the soul in more ways than one is what I hope to achieve.
The main characters take the meaning of love to another level. It's not just about love or being
in love, but how naive and vindictive lovers can be. The invite of immaturity into a relationship can tear anyone apart. Instead
of inviting havoc, try inviting JESUS! Losing a childish behavior is much better than losing a soul...
It's a roller-coaster event that'll keep you guessing. The Kiss of Judas explores a realm of reality
that most choose not to think about. This spine-tingling novel takes twists and turns that'll have you questioning, "Could
that ever happen to me?" Beware of The Kiss... |
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Preview
1 Isaiah
I was running from the devil, as fast as I could. My hair raced in
the opposite direction; my feet floated like raging currents of an ocean. Desperate. Petrified. Jittery. Strapped. Something
familiar snatched me back.
"Isaiah." She loved calling my name with the sweetest voice I've ever known.
Lauren Hill described my emotions down to the bone with her song.
Caressing my hair that stretched to my shoulders like Ice T's, she rendered
me helpless. Her femininity stifled my flow; tackled me to the ground. I knew from the moment we met, something just wasnt
right, yet I went on my loins acting in place of my brain.
Her beauty slapped me every time I laid eyes upon her. Pimp slaps to my
face. Karate kicks to my heart. She presented herself as every woman, every woman indeed.
Her eyelashes fluttered the sweet song of seduction. Her lips pouted the
hymn of fornication. Her breasts offered the milk of a bewitching damnation. And the rest of her wanted me to eat of the forbidden
fruit.
Movies. Dinner. Nightcaps. Intercourse. Her marathon tested my stamina.
I never had a chance. Our bodies intertwined as one recreating the effects
of a Twizzler stick. She moaned my name, I groaned hers. "Justine."
She grabbed my head in the heat of passion and marked her territory with
scratches on my back. I winced a little, but didnt want to disturb the groove. She's my love, my one and only. The woman I
wanted to marry one day, the woman I wanted to carry my seed.
The motion of her hips stirred up my desire, enticed my heart, and quenched
my thirst. Her beautiful hazel eyes lured me in. Excuse me, her beautiful hazel contacts lured me in. She presented me with
every quality I asked for in a mate. Perfection should have been her name.
I met this woman at a restaurant while I was having a Boys Night Out with
my fellas. She was wearing an orange halter-top-tie-thing with some jeans that accentuated her booming system. Her toes, oh
her toes...I'm a sucker for pedicures. Her hair was in an up do that swung in opposite directions when she walked. Striking
smooth, ebony skin tone that should have been featured in the latest issue of Jet magazine. She should have been a
beauty of the week. Captivating smile. Alluring fragrance. Reputable intelligence. Justifiable conceitedness.
The single candle lit above our heads, represented the year we had been
together and the pictures on the wall displayed our loyalty to one another. At least it should have.
I peered up at her, remembering what my best friend had told me and my
manhood fell limp. The feeling of insecurity injected a glacier into my heart, but I still loved her. She had my soul, I prayed
that I had hers, yet envisioning her with another man would not let my nature rise again.
I rolled over. Just didn't want it anymore.
"Baby, what's wrong?" she asked, placing a petite palm on my left shoulder.
I turned around to answer, almost wanting to ask her if it was true. The
thoughts were driving me crazy, but I had to know. I had to know if the woman I had been idolizing for the past year was creeping
behind my back.
"Baby, is there something wrong?" she repeated as her mesmerizing eyes
put me right back in her trance. She had me. I was on lock down. I tried to fight my way out, but she always managed to wrestle
me to the mat. One. Two. Three. The championship was her victory. I lost. I think I lost a lot more than I know.
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Confessions, highly anticipated sequel
of The Kiss of Judas...
~The successful Jermaine Grant seems to have it all together on
the surface. He's handsome, young, and headstrong. He has the right job, the caring family, and most of all, the love of his
life backing him. In the midst of turmoil, Jermaine steadily endures the roughest times of his life through unsolicited changes.
As he battles with demons in his life, Jermaine is forced to face the fiercest of them all.
Nia Thomas, Jermaine's number one counterpart, diligently prides herself on the effort
of taking care of home while she internally struggles with keeping herself together. The only constant factor in her life
is chaos. As Nia enters a new stage of her life, she goes through changes of her own, keeping secrets that may affect her
for the rest of her life.
These two as a couple suffer menacing moments of failed intimacy. Each in their own
worlds, Jermaine and Nia assemble lives of misunderstanding wondering why they're even in the other's life. Traveling
down a road of uncertainty, Jermaine and Nia are pushed to an edge where confessions are revealed without consent. Neither
one thought that telling a lie would hurt so much.
This novel picks right up where The Kiss left off. It takes
more twists and surprising turns just as the first. Keep an eye out for the third installment, The Eleventh Hour.
Preview
1 Jermaine
I was sitting in hell's domicile. Poisoned by impurity. Suffocated by insecurity. Damaged by immaturity. I thought
I knew everything there was to know in my life. I was sure that I had it all: the right job, the right girl, and the right
family. Perfect to the point of nausea. I prided myself on knowing the fact of us all being born with a soul, a mind, and
a body, carefully, noting that the only thing separating us is our level of education and ability to learn. Looking at myself
and judging from today's circumstances, I dont know a damn thing.
My love for this world was a façade, pretending to be what I thought it already was. The beautiful furnishings that
accompanied my being were props, carefully set up around corners of my life, fooling more than myself in a world that never
even existed. I don't even know who I am anymore.
Balancing a thin rope of fear catapulted me into a place I never thought I'd be. The Unknown is a familiar room right
now with an adjoining suite called Deceit. The entire house was shielded by a sign that now reads, Do Not Enter, on a street
named Dead End.
Player hater. That's what people used to call me. I'm not sure if that even describes me anymore. I don't think I ever
had too many friends because of my self-proclaimed independence and go-getter attitude. I used to be the kind of guy that
never trusted women further than I could see them. And people looked at me strangely when I had the same protected love for
my boys. I'm not one to let anybody I'm down with get taken for a ride.
My boys and I have been hanging strong ever since I can remember and the bank we've made deserved to be under wraps. Why is
it so hard to be a man trying to make ends meet with a little left over? Well, I found out the answer not too long ago. I
had a role model in my life that always seemed to put my attitude in check, my main man, Isaiah, who was down with me from
day one...
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