How the hell could my family expect me to get married at 18 and have a child 9 months later? I don’t care what my mother did. That was her stupidity. Just because she wanted to live with a man with over one wife does not mean I do. I have a life to live and a world to explore. I guess I have never felt like the rest of them. All they do is walk around like a group of stepford wives who kiss the asses of all the men around them. My life is worth more than being a breeder for a family of Neanderthal men.Continue reading “The Gatekeeper -2-“
Pulling into the old plantation home’s circular drive in Louisiana, Donavan Davis called this home for three years. It was a drastic change from his family’s home in Kansas. No snow cover mountains, no smell of a winter storm brewing. Instead, the scent of spice in the air and the sound of jazz would comfort him to sleep. At 49 years old, he no longer needed the shroud of his family to protect him. He had built a solid foundation of his own.Continue reading “Gatekeeper – Prologue”
Hands calloused and weathered, he rolled up his sleeves as a warning of things to come. Her heart pounding, she both dreaded and craved his touch. Where would she wear his rage today? A body flawed by the hands of another is a masterpiece waiting to be shown to the world.