DebbyM Posted June 6, 2013 Report Share Posted June 6, 2013 NOW ON SALE $3.99 - RESTED WATERS by Deborah Fletcher Mello - KINDLE Excerpted from RESTED WATERS - Manroot Tucker looked up and down the road through scotch-hazed eyes, swaying awkwardly back and forth. The young white girl giggled excitedly as she wrapped her arms around his thick waist, guiding him toward the back of an old brick building. He giggled with her, having no clue as to what she found so funny. Together they staggered up the back fire escape, kicking an old, gray cat out of the way as they searched for her rear door. On the third floor, lights flicked off inside one apartment and Manroot could see the window shade being lifted ever so slightly as someone peered out curiously. “Mind your business, you nosy bitch,” the girl giggled with a thick accent, flipping her hand in the window’s direction. “My man will kick your old ass if you mess with us. Won’t you, baby?” she said to him, goosing his broad backside. The window shade dropped quickly. Manroot snickered. “I’ll take care of you, baby.” As the young woman struggled to get a key into the door lock, Manroot leaned back against the porch railing. Although his mind was glazed, painted over by a thick coat of cheap alcohol, he could not help but appreciate the statuesque figure before him. He’d had his eye on her for some time, ever since that brief moment when she’d brushed against him brazenly, her bright red lips turned up in a seductive smile. Tonight, she had sashayed into the after-hours club, a pale peach dress clinging like wet paint to her firm body. She was a pretty girl, with long, russet-toned hair that hung in smooth spirals down her back, and deep, ocean-blue eyes that danced in the dim light. Her pale complexion was smeared with far too much pancake makeup, but Manroot was too drunk to truly care. Now, a white girl in an after-hours club that catered to colored folks stood out like a sore thumb, and this girl had wanted to stand out. The way she’d pranced in, swaying her lean hips at each drunken fool who catcalled or whistled in her direction clearly announced her intentions. The women had eyed her maliciously, knowing that she was up to no good, but keeping their distance because she could easily bring the kind of trouble none of them needed. White girl start crying and complaining and someone’s ass was going to jail. Those with any sense crossed to the other side of the room to avoid the blue eyes whispering for attention. Those either too drunk, or too stupid, fell over themselves to get to her. Enjoy the book trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vpxWykRTvM! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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