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Thirteen Sentences from Like Slow Sweet Molasses
Angela was unable to stand one more minute alone in the house with him, afraid she would capitulate and go running into the security Chance’s arms represented. He made her excuses this morning to his family without them being any the wiser regarding their little tiff. Everything muddled along after they took their leave and he did likewise to make the purchases to finish the system.
Now, he worked at her bedroom door like the mad man he was, hurrying to get the job done in order to vacate the premises. Muscles rippled in his upper arms exposed by the white undershirt he stripped down to. Her eyes tagged each flexing motion as he forced in an uncooperative screw that required extra force. He turned to catch her drooling. That’s why she flew from the room and out of the house.
Chance knew her destination as he followed her escape down the street as far as the cameras permitted. Most people dulled the pain with alcohol or drugs. Her anesthesia of choice was the sugar rush of a fruit flavored slush from the neighborhood store. He ambled about the house setting things to right, picking up the paraphernalia littering the work areas, reading the gold dedication plaque on the viola lovingly poised on the music stand in her bedroom, and in the interim glimpsed a familiar vehicle trolling by on the surveillance cameras. His long legs had him on the lower floor—the entry door locking behind him—out on the sidewalk and hauling-ass up the street towards the store while keeping the car in his crosshairs.
Like Slow Sweet Molasses
Genre: Mainstream Interracial RomancePublisher: Red Rose Publishing
Release Date: January 2013
Teacher Angela Munso has lost control—of her spiraling life. She can control the fallout of recent news from whose loins she sprang as easily as she can her heart’s pitter-patter. To have feelings for a man who is everything she now wants to hate? That’s the last straw!
Lt. Brock "Chance" Alexander’s arrogance baits Angela. And—he knows it. It’s never so obvious to him as when she lobs that insulting phrase at the side of his head. She pushes all of his hot buttons. But, there’s one he dares her to touch—the one that pushes him out of her life.
Lt. Brock "Chance" Alexander’s arrogance baits Angela. And—he knows it. It’s never so obvious to him as when she lobs that insulting phrase at the side of his head. She pushes all of his hot buttons. But, there’s one he dares her to touch—the one that pushes him out of her life.
