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The Highly Anticipated Follow-up to Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever!
Ex•it Strat•e•gy (noun) 1. A preplanned means of extricating oneself from a situation that is likely to become difficult or unpleasant. 2. The method by which a venture capitalist or business owner intends to get out of an investment that he or she has made in the past.
Will Keisha and Tristan exercise their elaborate EXIT STRATEGY and end their unorthodox arrangement?
Assailed by demons she thought she had conquered, Keisha Beale has uttered the words to end her tumultuous relationship with Tristan White. Separated, they grapple for a time with their personal demons. However, when their lives apart become unbearable, a credible threat brings them back together prematurely.
As they seek to discover who is responsible for the threats, several seemingly unrelated incidents throw them into a tailspin. Will Keisha’s youthful indiscretions or Tristan’s un-reconciled feelings for a former sub derail their tenuous arrangement?
In the meantime, trouble in Nathan and Jada’s paradise send dramatic ripples that hint of future difficulties in the idyllic pairing.
Tristan uses his vast wealth and connections to correct a gross miscarriage of justice, while Keisha makes herself utterly vulnerable to Tristan and fears he has chosen to exercise his own exit strategy.
Will this be the end of the indecent arrangement that became a fairy tale? Or will Keisha and Tristan reveal the trauma from their pasts so they may heal and completely embrace their relationship?
Sensual, suspenseful, and still infused with the riotous levity of Triple-G and Fairy Hoochie Mama, the Ghetto Girl Romance Quadrilogy departs from full parody with a distinctive take on love, loyalty, sacrifice, redemption, and acceptance.
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Two words end it all.
The nine-month, unorthodox arrangement—I couldn’t call it a relationship—with Tristan White, Venture Capitalist, CEO, and purveyor of the best sex in the Western Hemisphere, comes to its surprising conclusion as I utter the granddaddy of all safewords.
Tristan’s eyes widen, followed by a slow shake of his head. His face registers an immediate change from disbelief to anger. Gone is the concerned, caring Dom; he glares down at me, a vein pulsing in his neck.
Tristan has always been adamant he wanted me only for sex as his submissive partner until he had his fill and moved on to the next. I suppose, in some small way, I should be thankful it’s over since there was never any future for us, and the anxiety attacks have rendered me unable to fulfill my part of the bargain anyway.
The triggers related to my father’s abuse have made this necessary. That I’ve done the unthinkable and fallen in love with Tristan doesn’t help matters, either. If I stay, I’m going to have to come clean about my past, and I don’t want to share that Beale family soap opera with him.
His voice is measured as he says, “Are you doing this because of the anxiety attacks?”
I shake my head in an attempt to strengthen the lie. “No.”
“I know how debilitating they are, believe me. I had them after my mother died.”
The admission sobers me. “You did?”
I want to throw my arms around him and comfort him, even though this happened to him two decades ago, but if I do, I’m going to be lost again. I can’t give in. I swallow my tears and take his hand.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, and I’m sorry about calling things off so abruptly, but I need to do me again, Tristan. This lifestyle you love... it’s not me.”
He leans in and touches my cheek. “Are you sure this isn’t about the attacks?”
“It’s not. When I go back to my psychologist, I’ll have them in check in no time.”
“Then what is it, Keisha?” He stands to his full height and runs a hand through his hair. “I just got you back, and now that your mother’s recuperated, I wanted us to do so much more together before our arrangement came to a mutual conclusion.”
My heart is breaking, but the mention of conclusion strengthens my resolve. I need to get the hell out of Dodge while I still can.
“It’s been a fun ride, but it’s time to end this.”
“You can’t just arbitrarily say it’s over without us... discussing it first.”
“Actually, I can. The contract says so.”
L. V. Lewis is a married, mother of four who lives in South Georgia and works in the Florida Panhandle. A new author who decided stories like Fifty Shades of Grey needed a little more diversity and comedy, penned Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever as a parodied response to those wildly popular books from a woman of color. A voracious reader since Kindergarten, Lewis loves nothing more than to curl up with a good book and a glass of wine. She and her husband are political junkies, a hobby that is time consuming but free. Now that Lewis has teens who think they don’t need their parents anymore, she has taken up another time-draining career of writing. However, she is happy to report, for once, her extra-curricular activity costs far less than her husband’s. Her love for writing is only eclipsed by her love for her family.
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