One Foot Outside the Door
by: Vina St. Fran
Amorous #1
Publication Date: April 15, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Suspense
Synopsis:
Good lovin’ is easy…But true happiness is harder to find… To anyone on the outside looking in through the door of Cyndarella Worthy’s life, it looks like she’s got it all. At thirty-two, she’s beautiful and successful, with a handsome brother lover, Thad Mitchell. But deep in her heart, she holds a candle for Bashar Bazzi, the Chaldean immigrant she loved ten years ago. Bashar left for Iraq and she never saw him again, and she assumes he made a marriage within his own community without a backward glance.
Cyn’s girlfriends, Tavie, Denise and Vette, know that their sister still carries the scars of Bashar, but they pray she’ll find love and peace with Thad. Anyway, they’ve got issues too: Tavie’s dating smart school principal, Mack Dooley, but she can’t escape the rumors that he’s playing around; Denise’s marriage to Sean is under pressure because she hasn’t conceived a second child; Vette’s dating an older guy, Louis Burns, but wonders if she’ll ever get a ring on her finger.
When Thad proposes to Cyn and she accepts, it looks like this sister’s finally on her way to true happiness. But no sooner are the celebrations done, when there’s trouble—Bashar Bazzi is home, and he’s ready to settle his unfinished business with Cyn…
Book #1 in the The Amorous Trilogy
One
There are men who speak about their penis as if it is an extended member
of their family. They
damn near burst out of their pants
to make the introduction. The thing they fail to realize is that, for most women, inches can’t compensate for character or
a man’s worth.
Cyndarella Worthy’s mama always
told her how
to behave like a lady throughout much of her life. Except when it came to the subject
of men. Perhaps had they
had
such conversations, it would have spared Cyn the consequential heartache she
racked
up
in dating deadbeats.
Hell, Cyn pouted, most
women don’t realize
they’re dating a fucking’ loser until
each
layer is
peeled back piece by piece like an onion. So
much so, it ends up making everything around
you tear.
First of all,
you got to check off
the outer
layer. Of course he's dangerously fine, like Terrance
Howard. All the way
down to
that little smirk of a smile on his face that initially drives you wild.
This is a man that any
mother
would pray
her daughter would bring home. A well groomed professional
man
with the
material trimmings that would make most women's hearts swoon, and let’s not neglect
to mention that big fat bank account.
Accompanying this package
are the big boy-toys, you
know,
the E-Class Mercedes
Benz, and perhaps a Hummer or
some other luxury SUV parked next to the Benz in
his three-car garage.
And, imagine, there is
an empty spot waiting he’s been saving just for
you!
He’s
a go-getter on the fast track career-wise.
Heck, there ain’t
anything sexier than a man on a mission!
Three months
have passed
and
by now you’ve
discovered the middle layer.
Your potential Mr.
Right is
charming, blends into most social settings and loves to shower you with affection. And yes, you've hit the sheets with him to
find
he
is
equipped with a substantial-sized tool
to drill you deep in
the
wee hours
of the night.Women lie when they say size
don’t
matter, Cyn reasoned.
In her clinical experience, Cyn found fucking men with little dicks required much more work in
order for her to
achieve an
orgasm. God forbid if they suffered from premature ejaculation! For her it wasn’t an option she desired to explore.
Getting to the inner
layer some six months later, you find that things
aren't quite working
out. Mr. Right has
fast
become Mr. Wrong. He
starts calling you
less and making excuses why he's unavailable. And when you are together, his cell
phone rings
all through the night, and
he can't seem to
keep his lies
straight as to who’s on the other end of the phone. It is
then
you realize the object of your affection has started to
show his ass and, of course, it's all because he thinks things are moving way too fast.
He needs time to sort things out. Bottom line is, Mr. Lover Man isn't ready to commit and has moved on to his next
conquest.
Examining herself, at thirty-two, Cyn was striking
in appearance. Yet, she was further from the altar than she’d ever been. Not only that, Cyn
had what she called the five Bs: bank, beauty, boobs,
booty and brains.
And the fact she hadn’t become
a member
of the single mothers’ club made her stick her chest out even more. But wouldn’t you know, some people viewed her as selfish
because of this? That was their problem, not hers.
Thad Mitchell, Cyn’s latest flame,
was a bit different from the usual targets she dated. He was divorced with a four-year-old
daughter. Normally, Cyn didn’t do men with baby mommas because she hated the drama that
went along with it.
Too many of her girlfriends had suffered just because
they made the mistake of falling in love with a man who had dependents. Despite their good intentions, some men never
truly, completely made a clean break.
It just so happened Cyn
lucked out, because Thad’s ex
got
remarried
overseas
to a fellow naval
officer, so
Thad rarely got weekend visits. It was more of a long-
distance phone relationship. Heather,
his ex, was great about
sending
family videos and photos.
Thad
visited twice a year, which Cyn
encouraged because she sure as
hell didn’t want anything getting in
the middle
of quality time with her man, namely
him drowning his sorrows
because he missed his little girl.
At eight months old, the relationship was still quite
fresh
and Thad agreed to something most men couldn’t seem to follow through on: courtship.
That was the one
stipulation Cyn had before she’d
accept a single date with a man. And if he
wasn’t consistent, forget about it! Three months into their courtship,
Thad hadn’t failed
her. With a
demanding high profile career,
Cyn rarely had time for
anything more than an occasional
fling every now and
then. Not that she minded variety at all, but she had to admit, her favorite
slogan, ‘A few good men’, was starting
to get stale.
Thad was eye candy at its finest. At 6’ 5”, weighing in
around 280 pounds,
his
body was definitely lean
and mean. He had fair skin and
a
strong
jaw line, accompanied by keen facial features that
appeared like they
had been chiseled
into place. The thought alone
of staring up into Thad’s piercing
hazel eyes made her ache to
be with him. And being with him felt
right. She was satisfied with the way they were progressing. She kept her
fingers crossed
that they would
stay that way.
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