Archive | September 2013

Author Shelia Lipsey is in my Chat Chair!

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“Take each day to use your gifts and talents to help someone else. I promise-You will not regret it!”

Today, I have Shelia Lipsey, “ also known as God’s Amazing Girl, is a nationally acclaimed, multi-award winning author with thirteen titles toshelia lipsey award her credit thus far. She was bestowed the 2012 Disilgold Magazine Editor’s Choice Book Award for four of her ten titles; nominated for a 2012 Christian Literary Award by Joy and Company, recipient of 2011 Book Clubs Unite Literary Award; 2011 Kindle Awards for Literary Contribution; 2010 Pink Diamond Literary Award; 2009 SORMAG Readers’ Choice Awards for My Son’s Wife, 2009 Black Pearls Magazine Top Book Shelf Award, 2009 Urban Reviews Top Shelf Award and 2008 Author of the Year by Conversations Book Club.  Lipsey is the founder of BWABC (Black Writers And Book Clubs) Literacy Festival (, Memphis African American Writers Group (MAAW) as well as an acquisitions editor for Bonita And Hodge Publishing Group, LLC (   She is a much sought after inspirational speaker who shares messages of empowerment and overcoming obstacles with audiences all over the USA.”  With that being said, it is a pleasure to get to know a little more about her today.  If you aren’t familiar with her books, they are Amazon linked.  You can also find her books on B&N and Smashwords.

shelia lipsey beauty and uglyWho is Shelia E. Lipsey?

What are your passions outside of writing? Shelia E. Lipsey is a unique, wonderfully created individual (smile). My passions in life outside of writing include being a walking talking, breathing example of what it means to live your dreams now. I am passionate about family and friends, about living my life to the fullest. I am most passionate about inspiring others to be the best they can be.

 Where are you from?

I am a true Southern Belle (lol). I reside in Memphis.

 Tell me about life growing up. How does it affect your writing?

Growing up was good yet difficult. I contracted polio at age two and it proved to be tough at times growing up with a physical disability. However, as I mature in life I continue to understand and realize that it makes me who I am. What I used to consider as an obstacle, a curse and a struggle I now see as an opportunity to motivate and encourage others to live their dreams now. Instead of a curse, it has instilled courage in me to fight for what I believe in. It has given me courage to go hard after my dreams and the desires of my heart. Lastly, instead of a struggle, it has induced strength in me. Strength in character and convictions, and strength to stand firm against the adversities in life.

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 How poignant. When did you know you were a writer?

Ummm, I can’t say when I officially knew that I was a writer. I still pinch myself sometimes, because I am in awe of my writing ability. I have thirteen books to my credit and I am continuing to write, write, and write some more. It’s crazy, because I always enjoyed writing poetry when I was younger, and performing speeches, I’d written at my school and in my church, but I never connected it to being a writer until about fourteen years ago.

 What motivates you to write?

What motivates me to write comes from deep inside. It’s simply part of me, something that I need to do, have to do, must do. It’s like I said in the answer to the question above, I never officially considered myself a writer, I guess because it seems truly a part of everything I am. So motivation comes from the fact that I am doing what I love to do. I am doing what I believe is one of the things that I was placed on this earth to do.

How much of what you write is based on personal experiences?

shelia lipsey my mommaThere is one fiction book I wrote that is based on personal experience, That book is, Always Now And Forever. I also wrote a nonfiction book based on personal experiences, A Christian’s Perspective: Journey Through Grief. The books I write all come from living life, hearing and seeing what goes on in the world then transforming it into life on paper. It is why I call my work ‘Perfect Stories About Imperfect People.’

What is your research process when preparing a post?

My research process is dependent on what my book/story is about. For example, my recent release, “House of Cars” is a teen story based primarily on a homeless youth and his family. I did quite a bit of research on the subject of homelessness, heavily concentrating on information about homeless men with children. I searched the internet, interviewed people, contacted shelters and soup kitchens to find out the process homeless men with children primarily experience, most of which I discovered was quite unfortunate for a homeless man with kids. I was totally surprised by my findings.

That sounds intriguing! What genre do you read? What authors do you admire?

I do not read any one type of genre. I simply love reading: period, that’s it. I’m just looking for a great story shelia true beautythat is both entertaining and realistic. I admire Jay California Cooper who I would love to meet. I also admire Anjuelle Floyd, Terry McMillan, Reshonda Tate Billingsley and many more, but these are just a very very few.

What advice would you give others about writing & in general?

Do not give up. Live your dreams now is what I always encourage others to do. If you are a writer, then write. If you are a speaker, then speak. If you are a teacher, then teach. You can’t accomplish your dreams if you don’t put your dreams in action. Many times people say go after your dreams, or follow your dreams, but I say you don’t have to ‘go after or follow’ your dreams because the dreams are already inside of you. They are already a part of you and who you are. All you have to do is bring them to life by living your dreams.

What would you like people to know that they might not know already?

That’s funny. I think I’ve said more than enough already. BUT, I guess I want people to know that I consider myself a champion, an overcomer. I was born to win. I was born to do great things. I am not mediocre, I am well above average. I am special. I am God’s Amazing Girl!

Sheila Lipsey houseExcerpt from latest book (House of Cars) Teen story

Chapter 4

I know Pops is trying, but I wish things would hurry up and change for us. It’s only so much room inside a Yukon. A lot of our clothes, along with a few blankets, a couple of sleeping bags, and a small chest that contained our personal items like toothbrush and deodorant, made it impossible to be comfortable, plus a whip is made for going from one place to the next, not to live in.

I let my seat back as far as I could, but I was still cramped. My little sister was so close up on me, it looked like we were superglued together. But, I understood because the blankets we had were hardly enough to keep us warm. We slept in our Wal-Mart foam jackets and I kept on two pairs of pants, two shirts and two or three pairs of socks to keep from freezing my butt off.

And when Nyla has her crying spells, man, I tell you it’s like living in a nightmare. I guess Nyla cried because like me she was tired of having no place to call home. And with Pops being so secretive, and sometimes downright mean, I think it made things even harder on us. He warned us every day before we got dropped off at school not to tell anyone about what was going on. He told Nyla if she told anybody then mean people would come and take her away from him and she would never see him or me again. I don’t know how much of that was true, but I wasn’t about to take the chance, plus I was like Pops, I didn’t want anyone to know that he couldn’t afford a place for us to live.

Thinking back over the last few years, naw, I’ll just say over the last three months, if someone would have asked me if I could ever see myself living on the streets, I would have laughed in their face so quick that they wouldn’t have known what hit ‘em. Pops had been some kind of big time director at a manufacturing plant for almost twelve years when they up and fired him; and just like that, things started getting bad.

House of Cars Trailer Link:

Shelia Lipsey book cover1Excerpt from What’s Blood Got To Do With It?

Chapter 2 excerpt

On the drive home, Adanya nestled on the passenger’s side of her father’s luxury automobile. Her thoughts leaned toward Bleak. Of all people to run into, why him? What kind of name is Bleak anyway? Why am I bothered about it? Stop it, Adanya. He’s just another flirtatious man trying to get what he wants out of a woman. She would definitely take into account what her father told her.

The closer they got to home, Adanya felt herself growing weary. Her eyelids fluttered and she positioned her head comfortably on the back of the head cushion. It had been a great day and a fantastic evening.


Thanks so much Shelia for dropping by and sitting in my Chat Chair!  I hope you will come again!

You can continue to follow Shelia E. Lipsey on her website, her TwitterFacebook, and Amazon pages.

Author Chyta Curry is in my Chat Chair!

chyta face pictureToday I have author and editor Chyta Curry in my Chat Chair.  Chyta is the author of Sin & Redemption and one of the most endearing persons one could ever meet.  Click on her book cover below, it’s Amazon linked.  Her book can also be found on Smashwords and B & N.


chyta sin and redemptionBook Description:

Coi is young with a promising future. One night the unspeakable happens and Coi goes from sweet and innocent to bitter and angry. With the help of friends and family, will Coi be able to forgive her past and move toward redemption, or will she fold under the pressure?

Sin and Redemption snippet:

“Amir threw his phone across the room. His life was quickly spinning off its axis. Amir was so used to being in control and having control over situations, this was all a reality check and it had been cashed in a major way. He was lost for answers and more importantly he was tired, tired of all the events that seemed to be happening in rapid succession. He ran his hands through the soft tresses on his head and rubbed his hand up and down the back of his head in frustration. Inhaling and exhaling deeply he thought, I sold out for this, here I was selling the same sh*t that tore my family apart. Am I that selfish and greedy that I could not see this sh*t? It was in my face all along and I did nothing to stop it, nothing at all.

Gideon looked across the room and saw that Amir was really torn up about what was happening. He left him to his thoughts, and tiptoed back to Rains room and closed the door. When Gideon turned around, he ran smack dab into Amir. He pushed Amir again and pleaded with him to let Leslie take care of Rain. He was pushing him backward with his hands planted firmly on his chest. Amir was built solid, and pushing him was no easy feat, but Gideon did not back down.  “Let me go Gid, I have to see her, I have to see my baby.”

“Not like this!”

“Just one peek, I promise I will not say or do anything, I have to see her. I did not know it was this bad; I need to see her, inhale her. She needs me Gid.”

“No ‘Mir, not now not like this. Give me and Lez a few days to get her right and beat that monkey, then you can see her. You don’t need to see that. It’s ugly, Lez is in the trenches and you will stop progress. Give us time, I promise you can see her when the worst part is over. Starting tonight, it is going to get real ugly; I don’t want you to have no parts of it. You focus on Coi, I got her. Trust me Man, soon as the hanks wear off you can see her. You got my word on that.”

Wow! Well get refreshing beverage and get comfortable while we  learn a bit more about Chyta Curry.

Who is Chyta?  What are your passions outside of writing?

Chyta is a mother, author and an editor. My passions outside of writing are, editing, reading and making jewelry.

Where are you from?

I am originally from Chicago and I recently relocated to Atlanta, Ga. I live on the outskirts of Atlanta in a small city.

Tell me about life growing up. How does it affect your writing?

I am going to be a little candid. Life for me was not what dreams were made of. My dad was a present man in my life, but was not in the household with me. My mom was a drug addict for many years of my life as well. My siblings were my siblings and they left much to be desired about life. I had my first child at 14, second at 19, and my third one at 22. All of my children do have different fathers, but I love them all the same. Statistically speaking, I am not supposed to be in the position I’m in, but I have kept faith in the Most High and pressed on. I became what most said I wouldn’t become. I have done what most said I couldn’t do. Even now at almost 40 I have defied some immeasurable odds. My life affects my writing in a way that I want to weave stories and let people know life’s wrongs happen, but with God and good support you can overcome any obstacle. I use the tagline I write life’s wrongs, because of the things I have bared witness to.

 You have certainly overcome a lot of obstacles!  Cheers to you! When did you know you were a writer?

I have known I was a writer since I was in about fifth or sixth grade. We were challenged to make up stories, take novels and make plays out of them. We went well beyond ‘what I did on my spring break or summer vacation’. I was challenged to think outside the box and that is pretty much what I do now. In high school, I found myself writing papers for peers and also writing break up/ make up letters for them as well. I was not until about a year or two ago that I decided to take writing serious.

What motivates you to write?

To be honest, life itself and all the things I see going on in life gives me motivation. My family, my job, my friends are all motivating factors. I can look at something or hear a conversation about some stuff and I will start to formulate stories and plots in my head. I have so many stories that I have yet to finish.

How much of what you write is based on personal experiences?

Sin and Redemption was a piece of my life. Some parts of it really happened, other parts were tacked on. The sibling rivalry thing in my book is a true piece. I have no sisters, but some friends do and that is how some of them are.

What is your research process when preparing a post?

I look into a lot of avenues. Online, books and personal references.

What genre do you read? What authors do you admire?

I read any genre; I am not partial to just one. I have a list of authors that I admire, past and present. I will give you a few, I am a huge huge fan of Maya Angelou, Iyanla Vanzant, Langston Hughes, Zora Neale Hurston, Lorraine Hansberry, Shel Silverstein, and Harper Lee.

Present day would be Keisha Ervin, Takerra Allen, Deidra Green, Lashawone, Powell, Nikki Walker, J’son Lee Envy Red and Kristofer Clarke.

Aw, that’s so sweet that you include me!  What advice would you give others about writing & in general?

Write every day, write when you feel like it, and write when you don’t feel like it. If the words don’t flow, don’t force them. To overcome writers block work on something else until the words flow for your project. Get a mentor, someone that wants for you what you want for yourself. Mine is taken (giggling). There is no easy way and stay relevant.

What would you like people to know that they might not know already?

I am a bit shy until I warm up to you. I don’t do negativity at all, I don’t tolerate nor do I entertain it. I am not cliquish and I don’t like to be boxed in.

Well those are positive things in my book!  Chyta is currently working on her new book A Chance of Rain.chyta chance of rain

A Chance of Rain Snippet

“Rain hung up the phone and pulled into traffic. She checked her side and rear-view mirrors, but she didn’t notice the hunter green Cadillac behind her. She turned her radio to the smooth jazz station and let the soothing notes calm the storm raging inside of her. More than half way to her Grandmother’s house, Rain remembered she liked to have tea cakes with her tea. She decided to stop at a store nearby to get some. She got out of the car and made her way into the store, still unaware she was being followed. Walking aisle by aisle in the store, Rain didn’t stop until she made it to the cookie and cake aisle. She stopped, faced the cookies and looked for her Nonny’s favorite tea cakes. In her periphery she saw movement, but when she looked up she saw nothing. She continued looking for her Granny’s treat. She settled on the tea cakes and a package of chewy oatmeal raisin cookies. Cookies she used to love as a kid. She headed out of the aisle on the opposite end of the way she entered. Rain heard a distinct whistle, but when she turned she saw no one. She continued to walk to the dairy aisle. She heard the whistle again, this time it was closer and more distinct as ever. She turned, but still saw no one. Raising her eyebrow, she backtracked a couple aisles and looked up and down each one, still nothing. She hesitantly dismissed it and continued on her journey, knowing her Grandmother expected her at any moment. Picking up the cream, Rain turned to make her way to the checkout and ran smack dab into the chest of a man. She dropped her items and the cream burst upon impact. Bending down to pick up her things, he bent with her, “Here, let me get those for you.”

Hearing his voice immediately made the hairs on the back of Rain’s neck stand up. She finally looked up and her eyes met his. He smiled, showing an even row of pearly white teeth. She hesitated a bit at first, then she smiled back. Her mind was racing all over the place. She thought back to the last time she saw him and the condition she was in. She immediately stood up and reached for her groceries. She tried unsuccessfully to pry the cookies from his hand two times and on the third try he finally relented. Stumbling back a bit, he caught her by the elbow and steadied her. “Thank you.”

“It’s all good sweetheart, what kind of man would I be if I let you fall?” He said still holding on to her elbow.

“Well, I’m glad you caught me, but you can let me go. I can stand up on my own.”

Realizing he was still holding on to her elbow, he released it and awkwardly dropped his hand by his side.”

That is intriguing! I can’t wait to read it! I wish you continued success on all your future endeavors!  It’s been such a privilege to have you in my Chat Chair!  You can keep up with Chyta on Facebook and Twitter!

Chat Chair Book Spotlight: Vy Antenette, author of The Way Love Is

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Vy Antenette was born and raised in Upstate NY. She is a wife, mother of three and oldest of eleven sisters and brothers (five full and six half). She comes from a large, loving family who is very supportive of her goals. Vy was raised by her maternal grandparents who did everything they could to provide for her and her siblings. Growing up, Vy always felt like she had to be the one to set a good example for her younger sisters and brother. She felt that it was her duty to be the positive role model they needed. She would often witness the love shared between her grandparents, that she never got to see with her biological parents, and vowed that one day, she too, would marry someone with whom she can spend the rest of her life.

During her early twenties, she came to the conclusion that the love and affection she got from her partner was a feeling she never wanted to go without. For as long as she can remember, red has always been her favorite color and hearts her favorite shape, making Valentine’s Day her favorite occasion of all times! Her passion for the day most associated with lovers is at the core of her writing. She likes reading, hearing, seeing, watching, learning and most importantly, making love. With most people seeking to proclaim such affection, Vy has used this as an opportunity to explore the struggles, success, denouncements and cravings for the same through her writing. In all honesty, writing was never a passion of hers. It wasn’t something she dreamed about nor was it ever a long time goal. People close to her had always complimented her on her ability to put words together, in such a way that made people want to listen. Then one day, after speaking at her uncle’s funeral, someone came up to her and said, “you should write,” so she did.

After five short months of starting one story, she ended up with four complete manuscripts with the first being, The Way Love Is, which was published in June 2013. Her second novel, Not Giving Up On Love, and her third novel which is a sequel to the second, Love Conquers All are both due to be released in 2014.

She admits that her first story originally started out as one loosely based on her life. Then throughout the rereading and rewriting phase, she began to alter scenes, dialogue and people to reflect more of her imagination, with less than fifty percent being based on real life situations.  Although Vy enjoys reading more than she does writing, she expressed that it’s important for her to not read prior to doing any writing. She says it’s primarily because she doesn’t want the “imagination” of other’s to slip into her psyche and interfere with her own. At first, she would mainly read a lot of the urban street lit that helped put urban fiction on the map.

Now she tends to read more literature along the lines of romance, suspense, or anything with a great plot, awesome characters and real life situations. She feels that is why so many of her readers enjoy reading about Chaianne. She was real; honest and trust worthy, down to earth and open minded, loving and supportive, flawed yet confident. But most of all, she was driven… and determined to succeed in this thing called life. She felt more strongly about Chaianne, the character than the story itself, so much so, that, even when she wanted to give up on the whole thing, the protagonist wouldn’t allow her to let go completely. Four weeks later, she birthed her first literary baby. She learned early on in this journey that it’s easier to write when you’ve made it a habit to read. To those interested in writing a book, her most vital piece of advice, is to write because you’re eager to get a story out, that folks are willing to read, and will hopefully enjoy! Do not do it if you are in it just for the money. Because no matter what, a weak story, will never generate, a strong income!

Thanks for visiting my Chat Chair Vy.  To keep up with Vy Antenette check her out on Twitter, Amazon,Facebook,& Goodreads pages. You can also email her:

Angelia Vernon Menchan WAS in my Chat Chair!

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‘There is abundance through God for all of us;

we simply have to be open for our blessings.’

Today, I have in my Chat Chair Angelia Vernon Menchan, author, publisher and public speaker who owns two publishing companies, MAMM Productions and Honorable Menchan Media. Mrs. Menchan is also a Budget Officer and former Job Corps Counselor. To date she has published eighteen books of her own work, both fiction and non-fiction and more than sixty ebook novellas on

angelia how being broken saved meHer most recent is How Being Broken Saved Me. Menchan has also published the work of seven other authors to date, including children’s book, Little Wing by biologist, Erin Gawera, Honorable Menchan Poetry 2013 by Dictator, Genesis and Creammy Mocha and a breast cancer memoir, Goodbye Breast, Hello Faith by Lena Jordan.

Check out some of her books below, they are Amazon linked.  Her books can also be found on Barnes & Noble and Smashwords.

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Who is Angelia Vernon Menchan?  What are your passions outside of writing?

Angelia Vernon Menchan is a wife, mother, mentor, writer and publisher who loves God, her family and life. Outside of writing my passions are mentoring, traveling, cooking and gardening.

Where are you from?

I was born in Ocala, Florida and now live in Jacksonville.

Tell me about life growing up. How does it affect your writing?

I was a studious girl who was considered mature for her age. There were years when my life was serene and other times filled with home turmoil. It filters into my work in that there are always those who have conflicted lives.

When did you know you were a writer?


What motivates you to write?

Life and that yearning, burning desire to bring characters to life.

How much of what you write is based on personal experiences?

It depends on what I’m writing. I’m sure that much that I’ve experienced some of it filters in but most is born of a vivid imaginative mind.

What is your research process when preparing a post?

Many of my posts are born of experiences. However I love researching so I will spend hours talking to people or Internet searching.

What genre do you read? What authors do you admire?

I read women’s fiction, spiritual fiction, nonfiction, young adult fiction and contemporary romantic fiction. My favorite authors are Colin Channer, Pearl Cleage, Diane McKinney whetstone, but I enjoy a huge range of authors.

What advice would you give others about writing & in general?

Writing is a solo process that involves dedication to the story and the craft but always be open to constructive criticism and develop a thick skin, everyone will not love your books. Every book isn’t for everyone. Also develop your own voice.

What would you like people to know that they might not know already?

I’m sure people know this, but I cannot reinforce enough that careers in writing are built slowly. It’s not nor should it be a get rich quick schematic. Build your craft and your audience. Also treat readers well.

 It has been an honor to have you in my Chat Chair! I hope you will come back again!  Please continue to follow Angelia on Twitteron her blogFacebook, and on her Amazon page

Loving Gianni ~ Now Available on Amazon as paperback & Kindle!


 Amazon Kindle Link:

This story features a very accomplished woman, London Quarles.  She owns a professional organizing agency–she get a little touchy when people think of it as a maid service.  As you get to know her you will see why.

Her best friend and coordinator, Edwina (Winnie) Rossellini begs her to assist in getting the estate of her late Aunt Giadora ready for sale and in the middle of that, London crosses paths with her handsome cousin Gianni, the black sheep of the family.  A terrible lie sends him fleeing to Italy as a youth where he spends the next ten years trying to forget his family whom he feels betrayed by.  A sudden windfall coincides with the death of his Aunt Giadora.  The honoring of her last wishes brings him home, back to the States where he confronts what sent him into a self-imposed exile.

His day to day interaction with the beautiful London proves to be the balm for his heart.  The chemistry is instant, even though their personalities are complete opposites.  They are both healing from their pasts and in the renovating of the estate, find themselves part of the restoration.

I hope you enjoy this fun, sweet romance.  And yes–it is a second-chance romance as well.  That part I will leave a mystery as I eagerly await your feedback on my very first inter-racial romance.  Countdown is two days!

An Excerpt:

“She looked down into his eyes that were becoming too familiar.  They steadied her as she raised her fingers to run through his unruly curls.  Slowly he stood as he continued to keep her against him.  He slowly lowered his head into the crook of her neck murmuring gentle assurances in Italian phrases she couldn’t understand but in tones that evoked responses within in spite of her desire to resist. He lifted his head until he was a breath away.  He brushed his lips over hers as if holding off the inevitable taste until he could hold back no more.  Slowly he dipped his tongue inside, tasting, savoring her as he suckled her tongue between his lips.  “Hmmm,” he moaned.

He slowly lifted her while her legs clung to his hips as he slowly walked toward the back of the RV. Despite the hypnotic haze of his kiss, the movement awakened her to her senses.  She pulled back, and looked down into the grey stormy eyes that reflected the desire she was sure was naked within hers.  “I …can’t.”

“What?  You can’t what?” he asked in a breathless state.  He knew her body wanted his and he only needed a few more minutes to ensure she was good and ready.  There was no doubt he was ready for her, but the words coming out of her mouth were confusing him and from what he was understanding she seemed to be indicating she was about to leave his body in a great deal of frustration—a state he wasn’t used to.  “Why do you do this to me?”  He groaned as he released her legs.

“It’s not what I’m doing to you, Gianni.  It is what I have to do to protect my heart.  Surely you can understand that.”

“But I would never hurt you, London.”  He sighed as he turned away and walked over toward his sofa table.  “You mind if I smoke?”

“I can’t believe you do.  But it’s your house,” she said resignedly as she moved to the opposite chair.

“Only when I am extremely…frustrated.”  He chuckled as he lit up and inhaled deeply.  “And right now, I am extremely frustrated.”

“I’m sorry,” London said, meaning it sincerely.  When she’d gone over that evening it was only to make sure he was okay.  It was never to start something like this—something she knew she couldn’t finish.

He took another drag and put it out.  The ashtray sucked in the smoke.  As he looked across at London, with her hand across her nose and mouth, he was glad that it was equipped with that mechanism.  He crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair now much more relaxed. “Can I offer you something to drink?”

“Just some water,” she murmured. The tension of only moments before was beginning to recede. She wondered if they would find tonight laughable by tomorrow.

But when their hands touched as he handed the water to her, she realized just how unfunny it was still.  It only took a bit of a spark to light the embers still burning between them.  She turned her head to the side and realized that the storm outside seemed quiet.  The soft patter of rain tapped against the roof and windows, but the roar of thunder was now absent.  At some point during their interchange the storm had calmed, but not before things between them had irrevocably changed.  She could claim things between them were only professional, but she was lying and she knew he knew it, too.  Still, she wasn’t going to give her all to this man who she knew little about, but who seemed to promise nothing to anyone. Why should she be any different? No, this was not the man to whom she intended to lose her heart.  She moved toward her jacket.  “Well, it seems the storm has calmed.  I should be able to make it home now.” She quickly slipped her arms into the sleeves and was tying the jacket to keep it closed to avoid the time it would take to button it, as he approached.

“Are you sure you should travel out in this, London?”

“Yes.  I think it would be best,” she said finally raising her eyes to meet his as she slipped the straps of her purse onto her shoulder.

He smiled and tidied her collar, before leaning down and kissing her cheek.

“Very well,” he said as he reached for his umbrella.  He opened the door and stepped outside extending his hand toward her.  She grasped his firm hand and stepped out into the drizzle of the night.  He walked her over to her car and held her door as she slid inside.  “Call me when you get home,” he said firmly before he closed her car door.  He tapped her window and stood there as she backed her car into a neat turn until she faced the main road.

As she drove away, she watched in her rear-view mirror, as he walked across the gravel, and up the steps into the RV just as she took the bend that would lead her closer to the road.  Strangely, she felt as if she had left a part of her back there with him.”


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