Hey y’all!
On July 14th my very first mystery/suspense novella comes out!
Here’s a sneak peek of it. :)
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It felt like just as soon as Siara had fallen into a deep slumber, the sound of banging jolted both her and Silky out of their sleep. Clutching her chest, she drew in deep, ragged breaths.
“Who the hell is that?” she asked, watching as Silky sat on the side of the bed.
“The only niggas bold enough to bang on your door like that in the heat of the night is 12. Put on some clothes, and don’t leave this room until I tell you to.”
Siara nodded, but there was no part of her that wanted to let Silky handle this himself. Though he’d earned her submission, they were partners against problems within their marriage. And if the police were showing up at their house at three o’clock in the morning, Siara wanted to know why.
Quickly, they both leaped from their seats. Silky placed his finger on his lips, telling her to keep silent. She watched as he grabbed his phone, probably checking to see if he had any warrants. Those days were long gone, though. Ever since he’d gone to Howard, Silky had stayed out of trouble.
Before she could finish putting on the top to her pajamas, their front door was being kicked in. Silky’s calm demeanor was beginning to fade away, apparent by the way he tossed his phone onto the bed and stalked out of the room. She grabbed his phone, opened the camera, and began to record as she followed him down the hall.
As several voices screamed fugitive squad, warrant, and MPD, Siara was sure her heart was going to pop out of her chest. It was her instinct to step in front of Silky and protect him, but he quickly pushed her behind. With his hands up, Silky made clear, “We’re unarmed, but I do have weapons in the house.”
They were told to turn and get on their knees, and Silky agreed in one breath and warned them that no one better lay a hand on his wife with another. One of the officers came up to them and asked who Silky was. As soon as he confirmed his identity, he was placed in handcuffs.
“May I ask what this is about?” Siara wondered, unsure of anything her husband could have done to warrant this.
“He’s wanted for the murder of Julia Shivers.”
“Murder?” they both almost yelled in unison.
Siara watched as Silky was lifted to his feet and patted down. Silky was a lot of things, but a murderer was not one. There was no way in hell he could have murdered Julia, no matter how much he couldn’t stand his ex-wife.
“I didn’t kill her or anyone else.”
“He was home with me all night.”
“Don’t say another word,” Silky ordered. “Just call our lawyer.”
Siara nodded as her brows wrinkled and nostrils flared. Her heart had gone from beating rapidly against her ribcage to hardly beating at all. The closer Silky got to the door, the harder it was for her to breathe.
“Can I put some shoes on him?” she asked, voice trembling as she fought back tears.
The officer holding his left arm nodded. Clutching her chest, Siara briskly walked up the stairs and down the hall. She took a moment in their closet to inhale a deep breath, willing herself not to break. Once she was composed, Siara grabbed his shoes and headed back downstairs. Kneeling before him, she avoided Silky’s eyes. As he took his feet out of his house shoes, she replaced them with his sneakers. When she was done, Siara stood and ran her hands down his chest.
“Call Taylor,” Silky directed, voice low enough for only her to hear.
“I love you.”
“I love you more, and I didn’t do this.”
Siara nodded as they dragged him away, because Silky wouldn’t leave her willingly. Not for this or anything else.
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This baby will be available as an eBook on Amazon and my site as a paperback. You will be able to order the paperback starting July 14th until the 31st. After the 31st, my paperback store will be closed until October/November.
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Happy Sunday, and get ready for this wild ride!