A contemporary lovel story.
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Caressa, has always made her business her life until she meets Dallas, a roughneck with a heart of gold, but will their differences separate them or bring them closer together. Sharmayne met Mufasa while he was in prison, when he is released they marry and start a business that grows beyond their dreams, but will the business come between them and defeat their relationship…Jade, an honest to goodness “Gold Diggah” has no time for men until she hooks up with the love of her life. Muhammad is the one man Jade ever loved, but he taught her the meaning of betrayal, will she risk her heart a second time or go for the gold. Rayne is independent and a free spirit til she meets Terrell. While in Africa promoting a fund raising concert, Rayne and Terrell fall in love. But will they defeat their fear of commitment for a chance at love? “You Never Know” is a story of healing and redemption and self discovery, it is full of hope and joy, pain and healing. It is about life on life's terms and destiny upsetting the best of our so-called plans, because it’s like... you never know.”
Caressa sat on the window seat overlooking the palm trees that lined the deserted street below. It was 2:45 am. Sleep would not claim her. She had had many sleepless nights. Nights where she sat up alone, contemplating, meditating, reading, anything to lull her to sleep and blessed peace. Usually she would concentrate on trying different relaxing methods, meditation, transcendental or yoga to enable her to fall into slumber. Tonight she could not sleep because he refused to let her. She was forced to listen and be watchful. He tried to make her think she still loved him. She let him think it. He believed her incapable of sustaining her own existence. She let him believe it. He thought she fought back tears. She was indifferent. Then had come his speech. Long rehearsed, a smile had played at the corner of his lips. His pupils dilated, as if high from the joy of inflicting pain. In anger the tone of his voice rose and fell with each word uttered. Bitch became her name. Snatches of what he said bounced around her. It was not so much what was said, but rather the emphasis he placed on certain words, that caused her back to rise. She refused to show him any reaction. Nearly removed, she would not let him see or feel any of the emotions he roused in her. Although some words penetrated, she tucked the pain away. She concentrated on the fact that he was finally leaving. “God, just get the hell out.” She wanted to scream at him. However, nothing came from her but silence.