by D. Camille
Camille looked around the room. “What do I do next?”
“They’ll be back. We just have to make sure they don’t find out the truth.”
“What do you think Jordan will do?” she asked.
“I don’t even want to find out,” the party responded. “Nobody even knows what the hell he’s done with Joanna.”
“When are you coming home?” Camille whispered.
“Soon darling, but we have to be very discrete until this goes away.”
She lowered her head. “I know.”
“Don’t worry, they haven’t figured it out in all this time and they won’t.”
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The headaches were getting progressively worse to the point she just wanted it all to end. The bits and pieces of memories fought for prime space in her mind. No matter how hard she tried to reject them they continued to surface.
She was stretched out on the large bed staring out at the water. She had no idea where she was or who she was, for that matter. All she knew is that the pounding in her head would not stop. Closing her eyes, she let the memories take control. Slowly they came, tidbits of information that she’d stored away subconsciously in the back of her mind. She saw a dark eyed man with a little boy who looked just like him; then the vision of an older woman who strongly resembled a younger woman. A plot…a scheme…two men...two women…
She bolted up and placed her hands over her mouth before screaming, “Oh my god! She killed him!”
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Hotep Fam,
Thank you for reading The Blacks. I hope you enjoyed learning about Justin and Joanna. It has been so much fun brining you the Black Diamonds and I look forward to bringing you more on their stories in The Uncut Series this spring.
The Uncut Series will solve the lingering mysteries while learning to live, love and grow into the men and women they will become.
In the meantime, the first book in my new Black Land Series, titled The Lion will be released in January 2016!
I’ve included an excerpt from the book.
Ase’
D. Camille
The Black Land Series
Five handsome, successful men who love the city where they were born and bred tackle rampant corruption while meeting beautiful, strong women who will join in their crusade for truth and justice.
EXCERPT FROM “THE LION”:
Two weeks later Mac's detectives had gathered evidence identifying the originators of the letter and all findings were turned over to Brandon's office. The prosecuting attorney that Brandon had assigned to the case did not feel that the evidence was sufficient enough to bring charges, so Rion was on his way to find out just what the problem was.
He found his way to Prosecutor Patterson's office and knocked softly before the woman behind the desk filled with books and files looked up at him. Hazel eyes peered at him from behind dark rimmed glasses before she slowly removed the frames and scanned him from head to toe.
“May I help you?” she asked in a low raspy voice.
Rion stood in the doorway. “I'm looking for Prosecutor Patterson.”
“Yes, I'm Tauri Patterson.”
“I'm Rion Shaw. I wondered if I could speak with you for a moment.”
Tauri lifted a perfectly shaped brow. “I would have to live under a rock not to know who you are Mr. Shaw.” She got to her feet and walked around her desk to face him. “You are the face of Detroit.”
Rion smiled at the beauty before him. “I wouldn't say that.”
Tauri surveyed the six-foot four inch god still standing in her doorway in a tailored black suit and tie. His chocolate brown skin glowed against the white shirt and when she caught his gaze their eyes connected.
“How may I help you Mr. Shaw?” she asked folding her arms protectively across her chest.
Rion stepped inside the office and moved closer to her. “I wanted to discuss my case.”
“Please have a seat.” Tauri motioned to a chair.
He walked slowly to occupy the chair in front of her desk. Tauri remained standing but unfolded her arms and placed them beside her on the desk.
“What did you want to discuss?” she asked.
“I understand that you don't feel there is enough evidence to move forward.”
Tauri crossed her ankles and his gaze traveled to her legs then quickly back to her face.
“No there isn't. Chief Green's detectives were able to come up with some solid information, but not enough to win a conviction,” she explained.
He met her gaze again. “So this is only about obtaining a conviction?”
“That is my job Mr. Shaw. I am not here to waste the tax payer's money prosecuting cases that won't result in convictions.”
“So these people just get to walk away?” he asked raising a dark brow.
“What would you like me to do? Go forward with a case simply because you're Orion Shaw and you're close friends with the Head Prosecutor?” she questioned.
Rion got to his feet frowning. “My relationship with the Head Prosecutor has nothing to do with my life being threatened Ms. Patterson.”
Tauri straightened and looked up at him. “I'm not trying to offend you Mr. Shaw. I'm simply stating the obvious.”
“Well obviously Ms. Patterson, you don't know me or Brandon. If you required more evidence, then that's all you needed to say. You didn't have to insinuate that I'd try to use my friendships or connections to influence a case. I'm here for a purpose and nothing is going to stand in my way, not even a death threat.”
Rion straightened his tie and glared at her. “Have a good day Ms. Patterson.” He turned and walked to the door and she jumped as it slammed closed behind him.
She let out a breath. “Damn Tauri, why'd you do that?” she said shaking her head and returning to her seat. Brandon was going to be on her ass now. She'd pissed off his friend and hinted that they both would compromise the integrity of this office.
To be honest she really didn't know why she'd baited Rion Shaw. Maybe it was because he'd walked into her office larger than life and handsome as sin. His dark chocolate complexion made her think of her favorite candy bar and those dark brows along with his goatee gave him the look of an African warrior. When he'd smiled at her from the doorway, her stomach had done a funny little flip that had frightened her and put her on the defense.
She knew his story of how he'd become the boy who'd made good and now had returned to be the city's savior. She knew of his connections to both Brandon and the Negus. What she hadn't known was that he was even more gorgeous in person, or that his cologne made her think of both erotic nights and mornings, or that his voice could send shivers over her body.
Tauri had told him the truth in that there was not enough evidence to gain a conviction but she realized that she'd let her emotions hinder the proper delivering of that information. She would wait to be reprimanded by Brandon then find out what her punishment would be. Tauri picked up her glasses and went back to her work... for now.
Rion began silent mind meditations as he walked back to his car. He knew he should not have slammed her door back at the prosecutor's office, but he had been angry. Not at her, but at himself. Angry because every time she'd turned those hazel eyes on him, he'd felt his heart skip a beat. Angry because every time she’d spoken in that sexy, raspy voice he'd had to force himself to concentrate on what she'd been saying and not watching her full lips shining with gloss.
Rion took several deep breaths before climbing into his car and laying his head back against the seat. He had not been prepared for Tauri Patterson. She wore her hair in a short, short cut that was blonde in color and complemented her honey gold complexion. She was about five seven with sexy, toned, curvaceous legs that he'd admired for more than a minute in her office. Those hazel eyes that held his more than once, were framed by dark lashes that rested below perfectly arched dark brows.
Rion closed his eyes and breathed some more to calm himself. When he was playing baseb
all this technique always helped him to stay focused. After a few more breaths he opened his eyes and started the car. If Tauri Patterson needed evidence, then he’d get her all the damn evidence she needed.