Please enjoy another snip from Guy Next Door by DL White.
COMING IN JUNE… MAYBE. PROBABLY. LIKELY.
The shop erupted in laughter so loud that, with the background music going, none of us heard the door swing open. It wasn’t until a male voice called out, “Excuse me?” that any of us— Tamera, Leslie or me— noticed someone had come in.
Well, not just someone.
Taj stood at the front of the shop near the door, looking good enough to eat in a thin, long sleeved striped sweater and dark blue jeans slung low on his hips, pooling slightly at the ankles before falling over a pair of spotless white sneakers.
When he said he worked odd hours, he meant it. I hadn’t seen him since I’d moved in. I heard the garage door roll open at various times, mostly well into the evening. He never stopped by to say hello, never popped by for no reason.
Much to my disappointment.
“Hey.” I waved a pair of tweezers at him, catching his attention. “This is a surprise. You want your brows done?”
He smiled, showing off blinding white teeth against cocoa skin. The man must sleep with Crest Strips in. “I heard someone named Tamera gives a great cut. Thought I’d stop in for one.”
Leslie and I pointed at Tamera, whose chair happened to be empty. She propped a hand on her hip and looked him up and down. He didn’t seem disturbed by the scrutiny. “You’re sure you don’t want to be at Guys N’ Dolls, across the lake? They do men’s hair over there.”
“Actually, I went there and the chairs were full and so was the overflow line. The manager said if I wanted a good cut to come over here and ask for Tamera. Are you her?”
“Unh huh. That’s me.” Tamera nodded, her frown beginning to disappear. “ She grabbed one of the new black capes with the bright white Curl & Dye logo and motioned Taj toward her chair. He slid into it and sat back, watching the satin float on air and settle onto his form. “You like anything in particular? You want your goatee touched up, too?”
“Keep it simple,” I heard him answer. “I don’t have time to hit the barbershop every week so I want to keep it looking fresh for a minute. You can hit the chin, too. Line me up some, make it nice.”
“I got you.”
With a flick of a finger, the air filled with the sounds of hair clippers and Janelle Monae. Normally, this would signal another round of salon talk, but the shop was suddenly devoid of chatter. It was so unusual, it made me uncomfortable.
Leslie sent Cara over to the hair dryers and got her set up under a hood. Cara pulled a magazine from her bag to flip through. Or pretend to flip through, because Cara had come to love beauty shop gossip as much as any of us.
Today is #WIPWednesday but, gloriously, I do not have a WIP. Yesterday I decided that aside from a fun story for the fanfiction archive, I am done writing for publication for the year. I am tired, my brain is tired, I would have loved to publish four books this year, but my miiiiiiiiinds tellin’ me nooooooo.
Aannyway, I wanted to share a snippet from Curl & Dye with ya’ll. If you haven’t read it and need some convincing, look no further than Reading Romance In Color’s review of Curl & Dye. She enjoyed the small town but still black centered dynamic and the grown & sexy aspect of KC and Leslie’s relationship. Speakin’ of grown & sexy…
Grab yourself a mug of something hot and delicious and enjoy today’s sample. The title of this book is Leslie’s Curl & Dye, about two former college sweethearts who are reunited when one moves back to a small town and opens a salon in direct competition with the other. Kade Cavanaugh might be putting Leslie’s Curl & Dye out of business, but he’s hoping to win her heart back.
“Don’t let your manhood dictate the clients you choose, Gib!”
“Never sleep with the divorce attorney. It’s the oldest cliche in the book.”
I smiled, knowing this conversation was very slowly moving into an inppropriate exchange between client and attorney. But also not caring.
Unedited. Subject to change. Copywritten so don’t copy me. No pub date as of yet, but this is what I plan to work on this November. “Do you know what I do here? Do you know what this law firm is about?” Sylvia rolls her chair back from the desk and stands, then walks to the enormous window covered in floor length sheer white drapes. She pokes her finger between two sheers and peers out into the Atlanta skyline. “At Kincaid Family Law, we bring men like Warren Jackson to their knees. Go after assets. Find hidden money.” She turns from the window and strides back to her desk and […]
On one of my beach trips, I was watching the tide come in and thinking about a cute short story about a woman who owns some kind of business on an island and she meets a man she can’t resist… but she has to, because he’s not staying. That was summer of 2015…. it took all this time (and about 4 beach trips!) for this story to come together in my head.
I thought it was time for another snip… enjoy! Happy Friday! Ameenah I heard music blaring from inside the house, so I wasn’t sure if Wade could even hear the doorbell, but I kept trying it. He’d been coming by the shop every few days. I’d try to talk him into something new; he’d still choose the Frozen Sunshine, but promise that he’d try something new soon. I quickly learned that orange was his favorite flavor. Which led to me standing at his front door with a plastic container of orange cranberry muffins, leaning on the doorbell like my life depended on it. I’d almost given up when I heard […]
I get nervous to share new work because… well, because. It’s nerve wracking. I feel like the second I share it, people become aware of it and start asking questions and then I hit a wall and never finish (See Dinner at Sam’s, The Never List, Missing Persons– all have about 8 chapters of blah and I have no desire to return to them at the moment). This blog doesn’t exist to host snippets of unfinished work. So, I am tempted to hold this until I know I am finished with the book.
So if you don’t see this post until end of August, early September, my butt went numb and I chickened out and held it. But if you see it on August 24th, I got over myself and posted it.
At any rate, here’s a little piece of Beach Thing, a contemporary black romance with a cozy beach theme. Pub Date, Septemberish.