Travel on a private journey with four
beautiful women; from the depths of
desire to the shores of self-discovery,
these ladies will take you on a guided tour
of passion with a few twists and turns on
the way in this four part novel,
Souls on Fire
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Carmen is too busy climbing the corporate ladder to see what her immediate life has in store. Will she take a break to smell the "coffee" brewing in her own home?
One Hot Summer
Tamara is just bored with her life and requires a break from marriage and motherhood. Will a trip to N...ew York ease her ennui or will she find that the grass can be greener on the other side of the fence?
Desiree', a plain, but passionate elementary school teacher, searches for meaning in an unfulfilled marriage, and finds that good things don't always come to those who wait.
Between Imitation and Desire
Some of us grow up fast. Then there is Chloe. She wanted a husband - and didn't care whose husband he was.
Between Imitation and Desire
May water cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it. - Song of Solomon 8:7
Where he worked was a mystery, too. While curious about his job, she never asked. Even when his hours
away became longer and more frustrating for her, she was silent. The rent was paid, there was food to eat, and her beer was cold. It’ll get better, she thought.
Chloe had said she’d give him six more months to move her out of that God-forsaken hellhole. Then she fell down the rickety old steps of the apartment building and broke her leg. She didn’t sue because she’d been drunk on beer. She had blamed RJ for leaving her in the apartment – wasted. So that Sunday she laid there frustrated - desperately moving in and out of intoxicated consciousness waiting with a broken leg and a broken heart. “This is the last time!” Chloe swore. Again!
She had taken all she could and there was no turning back. It was like God had shown her all of RJ’s failing
that day. She had sworn it before. What made this day different? Was it the shiny cockroach that lay lifeless
on the floor? She had emptied the Raid can while the bug squirmed around the floor. Its tiny legs moved rapidly
at first – then slower. She imagined it making coughing sounds - gasping for air until its last breath. The
squirming had stopped and she left it there for all to see the unpleasantness of death – victorious. She thought
about RJ and imagined him lying on that kitchen floor – gasping and kicking until his last breath. She was ready.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick; but when the desire comes, it is a tree of life . . . Proverbs 13:12
It was the last night in March. Saturday. The darkness embraced the cold like old lovers, while wet roads
glistened in memory of the early morning storm. Carmen restlessly awaited her husband’s return as she paced the floor; back and forth, up and down the wide spiral stairway that harmonized their gray stucco abode. The staircase and the sparkling crystal chandelier that hung in the ceiling above it were custom made in Madrid. Wedding presents from her husband. Slowly, she guided her hand down the banister, remembering the care he took in rubbing the saffron oil in the teakwood with long even strokes. Her heart beat rapidly, as she glanced down from a second floor window in anticipation that the bright car lights peeping down the long dark street were his.
The car approached the driveway entrance, stopping briefly as if only to observe; then sped away.
Disappointed because it wasn’t him, she increased her arduous pacing - back and forth with deliberate strides. Not even Jesse, her prodigal brother-in-law and his unexpected arrival earlier in the day relieved the agitation that owned her.
An appealing woman; five feet two inches of amply proportioned beauty, Carmen’s willowy legs showed off nicely in her well-fitted business attire. Her face wore smooth chocolate skin that brought out the glimmer in her large dark eyes. A small mouth with lips that turned up at the corners when she smiled made her look less serious than she cared to so she rarely smiled. Soft black hair flowed gently down her back and she was alleged to toss it carelessly when a proud moment struck her, which unfortunately was often.
The night had harvested long bouts of frustration. Byron had gone to Summerton Beach the morning before and offered few words. “I’m going to bury an old friend. Junior Z. I’ll see you when it’s over,” was all he
gave and he’d given it reluctantly.
One Hot Summer
They have eyes full of adultery, insatiable for sin. They entice unsteady souls … 2 Peter 2:14
Unfaithfulness had never occurred to her and she didn’t see a problem with meeting an old friend for lunch.
No doubt, Glen had become a bore, but she wasn’t the energetic twenty-two year old graduate student he had
“Hey, Lady, been waiting long?” Paul said as he sat on the thick cushioned sofa across from Tamara,
“No, not really, but I’m as hungry as a horse.” She had actually been waiting thirty minutes and read
nearly all of the New York Times. “Where is this deli?”
“Just a couple of blocks.” He said as he stood up and reached for Tamara’s hand. Subconsciously, she
pulled away. Not knowing where that sudden reaction came from, she recovered by pretending to lose her
“Are you okay?” Paul asked.
“Yeah, just a little dizzy.” She lied. Tamara acknowledged the old feelings swelling back up inside of her. She felt that same tingling in her stomach she thought had abandoned her in her youth.
“Maybe, we shouldn’t go. The heat is blazing out there and I don’t want you to pass out on me.”
“Oh! I’ll be all right. Let’s go on to . . . What’s the name of this place, again?”
Paul sat on the arm of the chair beside Tamara. “Are you sure? I can order something and have it sent to
Why is he being so sweet? Tamara thought. It is so out of character unless something’s in it for him.
Maybe he’s changed. She laughed inside at the thought of such hardcore arrogance converting to unassuming
humility in one lifetime.
The sunrays streaming in through the tall lobby window cast sparkles in Paul’s light brown eyes. Tamara
thought of how handsome he was and she wanted to kiss his large round strawberry lips. Placing one hand on the arm of the chair and the other on Paul’s thigh, she stood up, strolled to the elevator, and called out to him over her shoulder, “I’ll have something sent to my room.”
Paul said self assuredly, “I’ll join you.”
The objection Tamara thought would flow easily from her lips did not make it past the knot in her stomach. It was replaced with a slow nod of her head. As she pressed the elevator button, Paul took hold of her hand. This time there was no resistance.
The hotel room was cold. Tamara had purposely left the air conditioner on full blast to stifle the musty
odor. “Come on in and have a seat,” she said leading him to the bench at the foot of the bed. Paul sidestepped Tamara and headed to the bed realizing too late that it was lower to the floor than normal. He plopped down hard falling back. Pulling a pillow from underneath a neatly tucked bedspread, he strategically positioned it under his head. I know what he’s up to. I don’t have any business in here with this man.
“Why are you way over there, Tamara? Come here and sit next to me.” He said as a crafty grin surfaced
between cute dimples.
“Paul, I thought we were going to order lunch,” Tamara said.
“We got plenty time to eat. Come here.” He said as he coolly patted a place on the bed next to him. “Come
Tamara proceeded to reach for the phone book on the night table, ignoring his gestures. As she tried to
make her way past him, he grabbed her by the waist. “That’s right. Come here.”
The heat from his body excited her. She closed her eyes and selflessly let him guide her towards him. Resting on his thigh, she felt her body collapse on his. He pulled her closer, softly kissing her about the face and neck. His moist lips continued to travel exploiting her - inch by inch. Her mouth. Her eyes, down to the tip of her nose, to her neck, her cleavage and again to her welcoming mouth. Sweat assembled on her breasts and thighs as they heaved unevenly at each thrust of his tongue moving in and out of her mouth in rhythmic persuasion. A carnal appetite stronger than any cravings she had known before replaced the hunger that had lain awake in her stomach moments earlier. Any thought of propriety was suspended as she explored the realm of pleasure that had once been her conquest.
Souls On Fire ~ Four Stories
Paperback: 124 pages
Publisher: Wordclay (July 14, 2008)